He had looked her up and down—well, not quite as blatantly as the soldiers eyeing up the Polish girls—with his pale blue eyes behind steel-rimmed spectacles, and asked in a light tone if she mightn’t have done the Reich a better favor had she foregone the doctorate and become the mother of warriors, as the future needed fine mothers of her make and she was of good Nordic stock.

She had replied just as lightly that what was done was done, and she was here to do work for which she was uniquely trained. And as a loyal servant of Party and Reich, no doubt he was ready to make rational use of the resources placed at his disposal. She had drawn up the list, as well, of the places to which she desired access; her equipment was ready and she awaited only the necessary resources to begin the study.

There followed days and weeks of fencing over escorts, over days and times, over the work of Aryanization, which necessarily took precedence over mere sentimental study of what was to be swept aside.

Wow, a lot of underlying contexts woven in here–effortlessly, as usual, I’m sure. The most striking part to me is her light response to his question about her serving the Reich; she is one cool cucumber to respond so well. Lovely.